Shadows

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SHADOWS



Part Eight



by lordoberon





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Soubi’s POV

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It was glorious to watch the boy sink back onto the bed, a pleased smile on his face, and to have the taste of the boy’s come still tangy in his mouth. The boy’s sudden demanding attitude had only excited Soubi more, so he lay back down next to Ritsuka. Though he had came along with the boy, remembering the sensation of Ritsuka’s body lying over him was making him hard again, minutes after.



With a glance at the boy, who seemed to be dozing off, Soubi got up off the bed. He shut the bathroom door with a tiny click and slid into the warm embrace of the shower. Just as he was lathering the soap and putting his hands on his now wet body, the door opened, and Ritsuka walked in. He was still naked.



Without a word, the boy bent over and switched the setting from shower to bath, and then sat down on the rim. When the bath was full he switched it off and slid down into the water. Soubi was reminded of how, when he had played with the boy’s body in his sleep, the wet dream that Ritsuka had been dreaming had involved he and Soubi in the bath together.



Soubi didn’t have any bubble bath bottle, so through the clear water he could Ritsuka’s nude body as the boy stretched out. Those small hands grabbed hold of the rim and Ritsuka stretched out his body, touching Soubi’s ankles with his toes.



It was a funny sort of thing, so Soubi laughed. At the sound, Ritsuka’s eyes opened and he looked straight up at Soubi.



A blush reddened the boy’s cheeks as he stared at Soubi. Soubi only became more aroused with that searing gaze on him. Ritsuka said softly, “I think you’re beautiful too, Soubi.”



Then Ritsuka was standing up, the water sloshing around him as he walked three steps across the tub. With firm but gentle hands he pushed Soubi’s shoulders, making Soubi sit down on the wide silver tap where the bathwater came from. It was cold against Soubi’s buttocks, but his body only felt hotter for it. And standing proud above the end of the tap now was his erection.



Ritsuka was standing over Soubi. Water dripped down from his body onto Soubi’s, sprinkling onto the man’s legs and his stomach and his cock. Ritsuka brushed back his slick bangs up into the rest of his hair, giving his face a less innocent look. His ears twitched back and forth on his head and he said, “Soubi…I’m sorry to wreck your shower.”



Soubi swallowed hard, trying to look into those glistening purple eyes instead of at all the rest of Ritsuka. Hoarsely he replied, “I like baths better.”



The boy smiled, and kissed Soubi. It was a hungry kiss, with Ritsuka’s tongue lashing about. His hands cupped Soubi’s cheeks. Then when he pulled away just a little, he bit at Soubi’s bottom lip and then licked up the blood created there with a soft, “mmm.”



He certainly has…an appetite, Soubi thought to himself as he stared at the lustful look in Ritsuka’s eyes. He watched the twitching ears and the dark head of hair as Ritsuka slowly sunk down to his knees.



With a clammy, smooth hand Ritsuka touched Soubi. He brushed his hand over Soubi’s thighs, first one, and then the other. Then, tentatively, he wrapped his hand around Soubi’s cock. For a long moment he stayed like that, just dwelling on the sensation.



Soubi grunted as that grip moved up, the thumb occasionally stroking up and down as the hand slid slowly up, up, and then down Soubi’s cock. Ritsuka released his hold and then simply stroked, up and down and up again. His touch was very light. Curious fingertips nudged at the head, making Soubi gasp, and even brushed over the balls, and tickled through the soft blonde hair.



When Ritsuka’s tongue began to lick, hard and strong and long licks of his tongue, Soubi was gone. He felt his brain seem to stop functioning and his every cell was focused on Ritsuka’s tongue. The boy kept licking, caressing the thick length with hard, hungry strokes. He didn’t stop, he only kept moving, the soft moan or hitch of breath or “mmm, Soubi” signs of his pleasure. Soubi hadn’t realized how much Ritsuka would like doing this. It made the pleasure not just sidle through him but positively thrum through him, that Ritsuka was so eager.



The boy’s fingernails were digging into Soubi’s thighs, making red scrape marks and making Soubi even more aroused. The boy’s tongue wriggled against the underside for a moment, and as he tilted his head to get a certain spot his hands moved. They slid down the sides of Soubi’s thighs decisively, and forced Soubi to move his hips up to accommodate them. Then Soubi leant forward as those hands cupped at his buttocks, squeezing, and as Ritsuka kneaded the skin Soubi groaned. He grabbed hold of Ritsuka’s shoulders quickly as suddenly that mouth was sinking over his cock.



So even as the boy’s tongue was moving and that mouth sucked, and sucked hard, the hands on Soubi’s buttocks were giving him a firm massage that left Soubi breathless. When the boy dared to use his teeth Soubi moaned in appreciation, thrusting up deeper into the boy’s mouth. With surprising endurance the boy took the length in. He hummed, the sensation driving Soubi to louder cries. The boy’s hands were exploring, pushing, and now pressing his fingers into Soubi’s entrance.



Soubi’s hips were thrusting forward and back hard and fast, slamming again and again into Ritsuka’s hot, wet mouth. He felt himself plunging deeper into pleasure as Ritsuka’s curious fingers prodded and slid against the walls of his entrance. Then that tongue swiped again, and Soubi pulled back and let his body sink down into the tub. He came hard, shuddering, with Ritsuka’s hands on his shoulders.



The boy was panting, his breath hot and fast on Soubi’s forehead. They drained the water and then washed up quickly. Dinner was a welcome thing after all of that, and both ate hungrily.



When they finished, Ritsuka stood up and asked quietly, “Soubi, can I watch you paint?”



Soubi nodded and lay out on the floor his current work-in-progress, and put his paint brushes and other supplies in order. Ritsuka sat down on his haunches on the floor across from him, that long tail wagging in the air like a happy dog’s tail, ears twitching in curiosity.



With firm, decisive moves, Soubi picked up the large brush and started to do a wash of light blue behind the landscape of woods. It was a dark woods, but the sun peeked through them a little bit, and there was a point of light beyond the shadowy trees. Above the trees was going to be a pale, breathless sky, full of hope and energy.



As Soubi kept his hand moving back and forth, slow and sure over the canvas, he snuck glances at Ritsuka, who was watching him. Those eyes were glued to his hand and to the canvas, occasionally roaming to an area he had already painted, noticing new little details. The boy’s hands were in his lap and his mouth was open. It was a very boyish, innocent sort of pose and reminded Soubi that Ritsuka was only fifteen. There was a way of moving though, already, that showed Ritsuka had gained confidence.



“Soubi?”



“Yes, Ritsuka?” His hand kept moving, stroking the canvas in a rhythmic, intimate caress. He wanted to touch Ritsuka again like this, to caress the boy’s skin with his fingers, with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, his cock…Soubi felt a stirring to attention at just the thought of this.



“I think the woods is where we were, Soubi. It’s dark, and beautiful…look at how delicate the leaves are, how they hang so still…look at the grass and how it blows just barely in the wind…and the way you’ve painted a bit of red, as if the sun is rising from the distance…but at the same time the red is a little threatening…I think we have reached, or can reach, that little point of light. The sunlight is falling on us Soubi, like in that picture you gave me for my birthday. The light in that other painting is haloing around our heads. Here Soubi, you have this pretty sky and that point of light. When I see this painting, my eyes are drawn to it…like that’s where I’m meant to be, Soubi.”



Soubi sat back, and let the paintbrush fall gently from his fingers. “Is that what you see, Ritsuka?”



The boy nodded, and Soubi smiled, saying, “I like that concept. I’m happy that you can focus on the light and not be caught up in the woods’ shadows.”



Ritsuka sat up a little, still on his knees on the floor. Putting his hands on the floor too, he leaned over the canvas. The boy’s smile was suffused with love and light and passion as he whispered, “Kiss me.”



So Soubi leaned over the canvas, and their two heads met halfway. Ritsuka’s kiss was soft at first but then somehow, in that way that he had learned to read Soubi, he sensed the edginess in Soubi and made the kiss more passionate, tongue twisting in and around.



Then the boy pulled away. His face was flushed. “Soubi, come here.”



It was hard to stand up, because Soubi was losing himself. He was losing the control that he was so good at keeping, usually. Ritsuka was the exception to this. Ritsuka made him feel heavy and needy and fiery with desire. This desire felt like he was stuck in a whirlwind and stumbling, but Ritsuka would be on the other end and then the world would right itself again.



And it was just like this now, too. When he sat down next to Ritsuka he stopped feeling so crazy, because he knew that Ritsuka loved him. Ritsuka wasn’t Seimei. He would let Soubi find completion. He would be Soubi’s completion. And this in every way, not just sexually.



Soubi watched as the slim fingers wrapped around the handle of the big brush. The brush was a couple inches across and one inch tall, with a wide handle. The handle looked bigger with Ritsuka’s small hand around it. The bristles were still wet with the thick eggshell blue oil paint.



“Put your hand over mine, Soubi. I want to paint with you.”



To reach over and put his hand over Ritsuka’s seemed like opening a door that suddenly appeared. It was a small gesture, but somehow Soubi felt like it was a message. Ritsuka would let him be the guide, perhaps, but Ritsuka would say the orders. And the end result would be closeness.



Soubi slid behind Ritsuka and went down on his knees, and hovered over Ritsuka. His chest heaving a little in heavier breath now brushed up against the boy’s shirt. The wallet chain teased his thigh.



He lay his arm over Ritsuka’s, and gripped the paintbrush with three fingers, laying his hand firmly over Ritsuka’s, taking hold of the boy’s hand and the brush. It was exquisite to have that soft skin beneath his, to feel the ridges of the knuckles.



Ritsuka laughed a little, and Soubi smiled to hear it. When he blew air against the boy’s ear, just to be teasing, he heard the sharp intake of breath in response. For a second, he let himself go, like he had earlier. The boy yelped when Soubi’s tongue sidled up his ear.



“S-Soubi! We’re supposed to be painting.”



The tone had turned from panicked to stern in a matter of seconds. Hearing his Sacrifice’s anger only made desire boil more rapidly inside Soubi.



Slowly, his grip consistent and firm, Soubi began to move the paintbrush back and forth. Occasionally he would repeat painting an area, to get spots away. He liked how whenever he would pause to dip the brush into the paint, Ritsuka’s hand would tighten on the brush. And when the paintbrush was hanging in the air, dripping paint, Ritsuka’s tail would rub the underside of Soubi’s thigh (Was he doing that on purpose? It was driving Soubi absolutely crazy).



Finally, the sky part of the painting was almost complete. There were a few fine strokes with a small brush required to paint around the edges of the tree tops. But Soubi didn’t want it to be over, didn’t want to be done having the boy’s body practically spooned beneath his with so much friction. The tail rubbing against his thigh even when he put the paintbrush aside was a hint, he thought.



“What do we do now, Soubi?”



The tone was innocent, but there were hints that betrayed an ulterior motive. Ritsuka allowed his body to lean back against Soubi’s, and his hands were on the man’s thighs. That tail was creeping up his thigh to surely caress the growing need between Soubi’s legs.



Suddenly the boy stood up, and Soubi watched as Ritsuka walked across the room. He watched the sway of those hips, and the boy’s small, round ass in those tight black jeans. He watched the way Ritsuka’s tail bobbed in the air, and how confidently Ritsuka sauntered across the room. He knew Soubi was watching him.



Then Ritsuka turned back to face Soubi, and a hand reached out. “Come here.”



With his vision tunneled down to contain only his Sacrifice, Soubi walked over to Ritsuka and stopped inches in front of him. He laughed a pleased laugh as the boy tilted his head up for another kiss. Then those arms were looping around and yanking Soubi’s shirt off, followed by Ritsuka’s.



Soubi let himself be pushed back to fall onto the bed, and slid his body upwards until his head sunk against a pillow. Ritsuka flopped down to lie beside him, purring.



“What do we do now, Ritsuka?” He didn’t mean to sound like he was mocking Ritsuka. He made his tone low and soft, and he saw the effect it had on Ritsuka. The tail stopped moving abruptly and the purple gaze raked over Soubi’s body. It was like a stick prodding at a bunch of coals, coercing them aflame.



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Ritsuka’s POV

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What to do now, indeed? Ritsuka felt suddenly at a loss. He might be confident in some moments, but it only took seconds for him to then lose that confidence. The one thing he was confident in was Soubi, and that he wanted, no, needed Soubi. He needed Soubi’s touch, Soubi’s mouth, Soubi’s laughter and smile and love.



The baffling thing was that he had it all, and what had he done to deserve it? It was, somehow, being himself that had made Soubi fall in love with him. And Soubi doing the same had reaped the same reward. It was mysterious. Mysterious like Soubi had once been. Ah, but there were still mysteries Ritsuka didn’t know. But he wanted to know them! He didn’t want to be left not knowing. He hated not knowing.



Ritsuka realized he wanted Soubi to take his ears.



It was the thing that he hadn’t explored yet. It was the final step to this feeling that he really knew Soubi, and that he and Soubi were meant to be together. Ritsuka wanted to know, what would it feel like? What sounds would Soubi make? He already had memorized Soubi’s smell, and now Soubi’s taste. Delicious. But he wanted the last piece of the puzzle, too. Otherwise, he would feel incomplete.



But he couldn’t just out and say it, could he? Ritsuka opened his mouth and thought, Soubi, I want you to take my ears, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.



So he pushed himself up onto Soubi and began kissing the man everywhere. Soubi’s neck, his chest, his stomach…and when Ritsuka put his hands on the belt and started to unbuckle it eagerly, breathlessly, he heard Soubi’s soft moan of need. The belt was rough in his hands, the pants heavy and obstructing as he slid them from Soubi’s legs.



When Soubi was finally naked, Ritsuka moved back onto the bed and tugged at Soubi’s wrists. Soubi obeyed the silent command. He rolled over to hover with his body fluid and caressing over Ritsuka. Those arms wrapped around the boy. The long blonde hair created a perfumed veil around them as Soubi kissed Ritsuka.



With so much precision, with every touch meant to make Ritsuka purr and tremble in pleasure (and he did), Soubi’s hands and mouth moved over him. His tongue licking down Ritsuka’s neck drove Ritsuka to squirm and mewl beneath his Fighter as the man’s thumbs simultaneously teased his hard nipples. Then mouth replaced thumbs, and those fingers were sliding down his sides as that delicious mouth feasted on his flesh. Soubi licked him and kissed him and stroked him until he was shuddering and drowning in it, his moans echoing, his hands mussing Soubi’s long hair, and hips bucking up towards his Fighter.



“Soubi…Soubi, I love you.”



“Mmm.” Soubi’s hands slid down Ritsuka’s belly to unzip his pants, and stripped Ritsuka of them. Then suddenly those gentle hands were sliding under Ritsuka’s bottom and up over the back of his thighs. They next moved inward, slowly prying Ritsuka’s legs apart. Now his knees were on the bed, feet in the air and his bottom and his tail by Soubi’s head.



“I love you, too,” Soubi said, smiling at Ritsuka in his pleasure state, purple eyes half-closed and a constant purr rumbling from him. Ritsuka gasped as those cold fingers (his body was so hot all of a sudden) nudged his tail aside. Then Soubi’s face was nuzzled against his abdomen, and that tongue slid down Ritsuka’s heated length.



“Nnuahh…So-Sou-! Soubi!”



Soubi’s hands made quick work of the last item of clothing. Ritsuka squeaked as Soubi’s mouth moved down his thighs and then his tongue pressed against Ritsuka’s entrance, that place which had felt so sensitive before. It was the place Ritsuka’s fingers had discovered, and when he had pushed them there experimentally, it felt amazing.



The sensation of Soubi’s tongue slowly licking there had Ritsuka pushing down, wanting more of it. His tail was still and his eyes were shut tight. “M-more, Soubi!”



The Fighter was ever obedient. At first it felt strange to have that warm wetness inside of him. First Soubi pressed softly with his tongue, then harder. Ritsuka listened to the squeaking of the bed and he could taste on his tongue a tanginess, like the need and the lust electrifying his every limb. His breath and his heart were loud in his ears.



When that tongue pressed at one particular spot, Ritsuka cried out. As that spot was thoroughly sucked and caressed he felt himself sinking into some sort of glory land, with sparks beneath his eyelids and through his body and making his cock throb and ache.



Abruptly the sensation stopped, and Ritsuka opened his eyes to see Soubi hovering above him again. Before he could open his mouth to ask a question he felt Soubi’s finger replace his tongue at the entrance. And the harder they pressed, the more Ritsuka groaned and felt himself drowning in bliss, and the more sure he was that he wanted and needed to have it be Soubi who would take his ears.



To his relief, Soubi felt the same way. His fingers slid out of Ritsuka, and the man licked each one. Ritsuka knew Soubi was being a tease on purpose and could see how hard he was. He stared as each finger was sucked in and licked all over by Soubi’s tongue, and his cock twitched eagerly in response.



“Soubi,” Ritsuka said sharply. He moved his legs back down and clenched his thighs inward on purpose. Soubi’s length rubbed against his as a result, making both moan. Ritsuka looked straight into Soubi’s eyes and saw the question in those eyes, a question that was not existent for Ritsuka. Yes, they should do this. Yes, this was how it must be. The answer was Soubi’s cock gliding over Ritsuka’s thigh, wet and hot and hard. He let it be like that, however agonizing every second was. Soubi’s cock was beautiful and Ritsuka liked having it pressing against him. It almost made him want to put his mouth over it again.



In response to this question in Soubi’s eyes, Ritsuka nodded. He spread his legs open, and adjusted Soubi’s hips to be over his, and Soubi’s knees to be on either side of his waist. And then he could feel Soubi’s cock poised at his entrance, and it made him breathless. His breath got faster and he felt suddenly nervous. It was going to hurt, wasn’t it?



He forgot about anticipating pain as Soubi’s fingertips touched his cock in a whisper touch, and he supposed that was the technique for distraction, for as soon as he had forgotten about the pain Soubi was sinking his cock down inside Ritsuka, and it did hurt. Oh!



It was glorious to have Soubi’s body over his. That calm voice whispered soothing words of love to Ritsuka as Soubi’s cock slid slowly in and out. Abruptly those hands moved from his cock and were pressed against his hips, grounding him. Ritsuka opened his eyes and watched Soubi. The man was beautiful. He panted as, slowly, he increased the tempo of the thrusts, Ritsuka brushed hair from Soubi’s sweaty forehead, and stared up into those glittering blue eyes. They were the eyes of his beloved, the one he would always love. He was loved, and could love. As Soubi had said – his name Loveless meant they gave no mercy to their enemies.



Soubi’s warm hands were pushing his thighs up, making his knees touch the mattress again, and Ritsuka took this as an invitation. He wrapped his legs around Soubi again, crossing his ankles behind Soubi’s back.



The pain receded and opened the gateway to pleasure. Ritsuka hugged his legs tighter to Soubi, and this made Soubi able to thrust harder, so hard that Ritsuka was pressed down into the bed. He had his arms around his Fighter’s torso and realized that the loud shouts and moans were theirs, that he was repeating Soubi’s name in a chant.



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